Chapter 101

Impossible. Damon’s breath hitched as soon as the thought crossed his mind. That man was cold as stone, the kind who ruled with logic, not sentiment. Even if he knew Sloane, he would never meddle in another man’s marriage. Then who else. His expression darkened. Ethan. The name struck like a blade. His hands curled into fists so tight that the sound of his joints cracking echoed through the silent office. That pair of dogs. When did they start colluding? He snatched up his phone and dialed one of his contacts at the hospital. “Check if Dr. Sloane submitted her resignation,” he ordered coldly. The reply came within seconds. Sloane hadn’t resigned. A low, dangerous laugh slipped from his lips. So, the contract’s accountability clause was airtight after all. And the only person capable of helping her navigate it flawlessly… was Ethan. “Oh, Sloane,” he murmured, leaning back in his chair, voice sharp enough to draw blood. “So this is how you play your game.” Images flickered in his mind, t